The monster on the left (the one with its ladder reaching out to show off) is the newest addition to our extended family. I can't begin to describe the glee that entered the Olsen household on Friday afternoon when this new truck was delivered to the fire house. It brought John out of work several hours early armed with my digital camera to capture the glory. According to "dad" the light wasn't quite right Friday afternoon to show the truck in its best form, so we had to wait until Saturday to get this picture. Investigating all the thrilling features of this new machine took my kids (all 3 of them) from 6pm Friday night until approximately 11pm. There was still more to see, so John left the house at 7am on Saturday morning and returned home about 6:30pm Saturday night. I only got antsy when ye ole ladder truck just about threatened my coffee/dessert date with John. He came home just as the babysitter arrived, but he had a tough time hiding the fact that he was worried about leaving the new baby alone all night at the fire department. He took a swing by the fire department again on Sunday after church under the premise of "dropping off some papers" that he accidentally left in his pick-up truck but I know better ;) My only hope is that they delivered it full-grown, because we can't handle much more in the way of size. You can see that every bay is filled to capacity and our house has already inherited an extra TV and decrepit fooseball table that got kicked out of their home to make room for Truck #301.
Depressing: Def., "Realizing that you and your Dearly Beloved are entirely to close to wearing the same pant size. Case in point - Hero Guy came ' har har-ing' out of the bedroom relating that he had accidentally been wearing a pair of my jeans for the last 15 minutes. He wondered why they felt so weird (translated - TIGHT) until he took them off and inspected the tag. He gloated that at least he knows he can fit into a Ladies Size ___ (you really think I'm going to tell you the number?!). My Observations: 1) He had a MONSTER wedgie, so the jeans were entirely too small for him. 2) They are my "fat" jeans, a size bigger than what I actually wear, but I just like the broken-in feeling of them. Or the roominess or something. 3) They were the stretchy kind of jeans, so an elephant could have painted itself into them. 4) What's he bragging about having a girlish figure for anyway? Not very macho if you ask me. Hmph.
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